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I Love Myself Today

I love myself today, and you should too. Yourself, I mean, not me. I won’t argue if you’d like to love me too, though. To warn you, this is a really long, drawn out story of my own little body image journey. It’s kind of blah de blah blah, so feel free to just hit ‘next’ in your blog reader.

I haven’t always loved myself (and don’t many of these tales start this way.) I considered myself fat as early as grade one, when an astute classmate pointed out that me and another girl were bigger than the others. I wasn’t actually fat, looking at pictures. I was quite normal sized. But perspective does a number on you, and after that I was never athletic either. Fat girls are not athletic, and as such, I was not. It became a self-fulfilling prophesy (and doesn’t it always.)

Fast forward through this little sob story, and I was engaged to a man who loved me, curves and all. He almost never encouraged me to lose weight. (we’ll get to the almost later.) However, I couldn’t afford food, I was getting married, darnit! I lived off of oatmeal and coffee for a few weeks there, and walked everywhere instead of taking the bus. I was paying for a low budget wedding on a low budget. I slimmed down from a XL/1X to my junior high size, a Medium. I felt pretty self-satisfied in that wedding dress.

Then I got pregnant. I felt beautiful all through my pregnancy, and for the first time in my life, I was incredibly focused on being as healthy as possible. I ate right, I went for lots of long walks. I took good care of myself.

A few months after my first daughter was born in July 2007, I had eaten right and exercised right down to just five pounds over my prepregnancy weight (in September 07). However, while some people have that mummytummy skinflap thinger just melt right away, mine didn’t. I hated it. As time went on, I felt chubbier and chubbier. It became a self-fulfilling prophesy (again!), and this was me in August 2008. I didn’t love myself one bit, and it really, really showed.

I remember that camping trip so vividly. I didn’t enjoy it at all. I was out of breath and tired the whole time. I blamed it on the heat, the humidity, being under the weather… anything but the basic truth that my body was not being cared for, and couldn’t run properly as a direct result. My husband was trying to suggest to me that maybe I was getting a bit on the unhealthy side, which as I’m sure you can imagine, went over quite well. Still, it took until April 09 for me to really catch on. I took a trip to visit a girlfriend, and then when I got home, looking through pictures of what should have just been deliriously happy memories, I was horrified. Photos told a truth that my face-level mirror and I had been in denial about.

200 pounds of love for you, right there. Even now, looking at that picture, I see my bra roll first and the scenery second. Booooooo.

I talked to my doctor. She wrote me a prescription for weight loss pills. I put it on the fridge with a magnet. It stayed there for about a year and went from being my biggest shame – to be prescribed that! At my age! – to my pride – I did it without.

I buckled down. Wii remote in hand, I started doing Wii Fit daily, stopped buying junk I knew I’d just eat if it was in the house, drank one million bottles of water. For a while I did it because I knew I had to. If I skipped a day, I shrugged it off and just did the next day instead of beating myself up. (I truly believe that this is the key to longterm success.) Then I started doing it because those numbers were dropping. Then I kept doing it because I felt amazing. (Wii Fit was a great stepping stone, I mostly did step and yoga. When I got to a point where that wasn’t enough, I did other kinds of exercise as well.)

This is me in September 09. I felt great. (I know I look crabby, but there was a giant dog pooping in my yard when this picture was taken, hahaha.) Then in February 2010, after trying to get pregnant for one year and then stopping trying for another year, I got pregnant with Olivia. I was elated. I was also terrified about what would happen after she was born. I knew no amount of healthy living would prevent the onset of that dreaded mummy tummy again.

However, something happened after Olivia was born. Something very, very important.

I cut myself a break.

I said “Good grief, woman. You pushed a 9lb 5oz baby out of your body; You look fabulous.”

Yup, that’s me at a waterpark five weeks after having that baby, mummytummy and all. And did I hide in the water the whole time, yanking at my bathing suit? No. I cut myself a break. I shoved that post-pregnancy skinflap into my tankini bottom, shaved my legs, and played with my three year old. And then I posted pictures of it online.

Now my baby is nearly seven months old, and my mummytummy is slowly going away. s-l-o-w-l-y being the key word. But you know what? Who cares! If the occasion calls for it, I’ll shove on some utility undergarments. I joked to my friend the other day that date night these days calls for more equipment than any sporting event ever could. Other than that, I just dress carefully to flatter – not hide – my figure, chase my kids, try to take care of myself (when I remember) and cut myself a break. I do plan on upping my game soon and adding in regular exercise to our (attempts at) healthy eating. But I try not to hate on my love handles (those were some gooooood cookies, nomnomnom) or stare at my butt in the mirror.

I think it’s easier for me, though, just because I’ve been down and back again. I sure as heck look fab compared to August 08, eh? Ehhhh? Yup. (and no, apparently the photographer doesn’t make it into many pictures, because the shots of this dress are the only recent full-body ones I have.)

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9 thoughts on “I Love Myself Today”

You look Fab! I wish I could do same and not care but between streach marks and muffin top I dread bikini's. I am as yoju know doing the shred to try and get over the muffin top and the pain of hiding it 😀 Good on you again Laura

Love this post! I feel the same mostly. I've accepted myself, (except when I'm trying to fit into non-maternity clothes). But I agree; I don't want to be 120 lbs anymore. I finally love being a mom, and don't mind looking like it! There's something sort of uncomfortable about a perfect looking mom anyways! Or maybe we're just growing up?

Thanks for sharing your journey so candidly. I am sure your honest account will resonate with so many. Finding that balance where we can be healthy and caring for ourselves, but not obsessed with our outside appearance, can be so tricky.

To conclude, I will say I like those last two shots. You look fancy. 😉

Okay, I'm about to make an inappropriate comment about your body…but I have to say that you look fabulous!! And we can all learn a lesson from your story, to cut ourselves some slack (no matter what size we are or think we should be). You rock!

Laura thanks so much for this post! For sharing something most of us would much rather NOT share. I was complaing not long ago about my weight, looks, ect. and my dear hubby mentioned something that had never crossed my mind. “We have been blessed with a daughter. She will look up to you. She will learn from you. And if you stand if front of that mirror and rant about such things what do you think she will do? I love you for you. How ever much or little there is of you. I want our little girl to grow up with a positive self image no matter what her looks”. It made me think that's for sure! It's what is inside that truly counts. And that ALWAYS shines through. Good or bad! Yes it's important to take care of ourselves! If we don't we won't feel good as you pointed out and our health will suffer! LOL when you described your how you got your bathing suit on! A's baptisim I wore a pair of HIGH waisted pants so I could contain my mummy tummy!BTW you look really good! :)Miranda L 🙂

Oh to be a mother. It really screws up your body. I know because that's how I feel right now. Anyways, on a positive note, you really do look fantastic! I wish celebrities embraced their mommy flab as well! Seriously. We should all just be REAL! I saw your comment on 'I Am Momma…' blog and saw you're Canadian (me too) and checked your google profile and blog and here I am now following you. Oh the world wide web is great. Love the blog!

I love your blog .. I also found it via “I Am Momma” … I see you are also Canadian and I live where the picture of you, your friend and the little one was taken 🙂 my husband is from MB … love your blog and you look wonderful! I had the opposite problem, being too underweight and that was a huge issue for me mentally too!! I hated hearing people say “oh my you are so THIN!” and here I had already put on 30 lbs and was feeling good about myself .. I could have swatted them .. I forgave and moved on. 🙂

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In some ways, nobody special. But also, I’m a Child of God through grace and by no merit of my own, and isn’t that amazing! To learn a bit more about my family and myself, click the About Me page link above. I do a lot of microblogging on Instagram, linked directly above in the icons.